Suffocate

Traditions suffocate,When I grow old I will bury my family treeIn a land so deep that it never out-grows another Dreamer,That it never stirs another riot inside a heartSometimes you understand too much,The flower of which blooms into expectations-Tonight I’ll celebrate my DreamsAnd bathe in the blood rushing through my temples;I’ll mouth the words thatContinue reading “Suffocate”

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Pain (#15)

Before I lose any more time Here is a sight that would not lose you amidst a crowded loneliness Because it sees you, beyond the clouds covering your haunted visage It’s the beating of a heart going berserk Each minute is a dreadful wailing of an infant dragging its frail body as fast as itContinue reading “Pain (#15)”

A Heavy Summer (#3)

I think of all the pages dying every night in the grave of your spit.

The Language of Words (#2)

People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?

The Man who Ate the Universe (#1)

I look down at my empty palms holding on to nothing but a blackness that has no shade, a hope that has no name.

In the Shadows of a page

A poster and a thought.

Naked

‘Naked’ And to my mother’s ears, it’s ‘Blasphemy’. I wonder what’s more suffocating, the fact that I am Naked and a mere reflection of her or the fact that she’s had her eyes closed this whole time? The society is the most illusionary mirror to ever exist. It shows you what you desire, but atContinue reading “Naked”

Fantasies & Fiction

There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours, There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, youContinue reading “Fantasies & Fiction”

Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.Continue reading “Night Creatures”

Will You Write Yourself?

An excerpt from a poem, a question to myself and fellow writers; Will you write yourself?